Why do we talk to ourselves as if we even understand? There is something in between the verbal words and thoughts Something that wants to be filled And in your heart You feel the yerning The conversation is fake Something we do to cheer ourselves up We look past the reality And towards the forthcoming of what people think they are The world where we see what we want to see The world where the boundaries are distinct We created this simplified version of life And we follow the paths of humans Carelessly walking past the true path It's nature. It's the beauty It's the one thing that guides us to truth We always question life Looking for the answer impatiently and begin to give up We never give the trees a chance The birds, the sky, the rain There's more to see But it's not about understanding, or maybe even believing It's about seeing Actually looking through those courageous eyes of ours And finally finding home Your hidden path that you use to look directly over and tell yourself that you were doing the right thing Nature is our answer And maybe it is drawn out But isn't life a lesson? What would you do after you figured out all the answers in one day There would be no ambition Nature is our comfortability And it doesn't matter what type of nature is your happiness It's never wrong to be different You do have a place where your can shed you tears, and our tears And feel peace towards your soul Knowing Your heart followed you on this journeyBirth sign: Leo
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